OOC: So yeah, this is the first appearance/murder of Hurricane. Enjoy. Also no one can reply to this because i don't want this to be a thread. Also, no, nobody knows about this. +10

Pent up rage was never good for the mentally unstable. Mars was unable to let the anger out as Mars, nor was he able to release the anger as Bartholomew. This had started to cause something darker within the Russo man to come to life. The moment the news had reached the ears of the man, he felt something new form within his chest. He did not know what it was, but it was something that would change him. Maybe all of him, but it was definitely something that was going to change. The man left the pack lands early in the morning, with nothing on him, only his white pair of pants that he had made. He didn't have anything else with him, not even a bag for carrying supplies back or anything. At this moment in time, when he left, no word said to Krystalle, who tried to stop him, no. He simply left. Why Krystalle didn't chase after the quiet man was beyond him, but then again, everything was beyond him now. This was now Mars, oh no. The look in this man's eyes were not of Mars, nor were they of Bartholomew. Who was this man?

My name is Hurricane. the words would drip off the acidic tongue of the man we all knew and loved as Bartholomew and Mars. To look this man, Hurricane, straight in the eye, you would quickly point out that this man had something going on with his eyes, where one was dilated almost as small as it could be, and then the other was contracted as much as it could be in those steel eyes. The way that Hurricane held himself suggested that Hurricane was a dominant personality, someone not afraid to take anything that came his way. The Optime man even looked at himself in the mirror, and he did not see Mars, no, he saw a man with long, jet black hair with red tips, his fur midnight black, tattoos and scars that belonged to Bart and Mars did not belong to Hurricane. He refused to believe that he was imperfect like Mars and Bartholomew was. Hurricane was not like them. No, he was stronger, faster, better than both Mars and Bartholomew. He'd show them too. Yeah, he'd show them.

Beautiful ivory fangs would shine in the morning's light as the man had found his way to the deserted city of Halifax. He knew there were other predators here, but to him, they were all just prey. A evil grin cocked on his handsome maw as he had found a building that was half burned, and still had piles of ashes around. There was even some cola, in which Hurricane found himself rolling in to blacken his pelt where it was white(after stripping his pants from his body). The coal covered the tri-colored man from head to toe, giving him a blackened appearance. He looked nothing like Mars, nor Bartholomew. When he was done blackening his fur, he had gotten dressed once more before he would move on to the next building.

When he had come to the next building, he had forced open the door and he walked in. It was an old Home Depot he had found. There were old supplies everywhere still, most were rusted and rotted away, but there was still some things that were good. He had gone down the isles of objects, and it was like a child in a candy store. There were so many object of destruction here. So many toys for Hurricane to play with. He picked up a wooden baseball bat that was still good, and for some reason, it had long nails protruding from the end of it. () Hurricane smiled as he found his weapon of choice. Now it was time to find the prey. A sadistic grin fell on his handsome face.

Hurricane rushed out of the Home depot with his bat in his hand and he sniffed the ground for any fresh scent of wolf. He growled as he scented another male in the area, and he rushed towards the scent. The scent would lead the man to another building, where said scented man had been sitting there, minding his own business, reading a human book. He looked pretty normal, this wolf reading a book. He almost looked....human... I feel like destroying something beautiful. the man growled from behind the being. The other wolf didn't even realize that Hurricane was behind him until he heard the voice and went to turn around. The moment the other man had turned around, Hurricane had already been in mid-swing of his spiked bat. By the time the other would want to react, there was no time, instead, the nail drew into the flesh of the wolven, right in the eyes, an instant death because of Hurricane's force that was behind the swing, and the wolven's blood splattered on Hurricane's nice white pants and some of it went up on his face. Hurricane cackled as the body fell to the ground and he walked up to the corpse and pressed his foot on the dead man's chest and he yanked the weapon from the being's head. He looked at the crushed face of the wolven. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, buddy. the man spoke, chuckling madly as he swung the bat to where it rested on his shoulders and he walked out of the murder scene, leaving a dead body that was staring at the door besides the whole face caved in shit.

Taking that man's life made Hurricane feel ten times better. He only craved to be 100% happy now. Maybe it was time to find some sex. Was we willing to go out and rape some random woman? It didn't seem like it would be out of his personality, and he could go for a pussy right about now, so once he was done trying to figure out what to do next, he started to scent again, this time, trying to find himself a female.